Do you remember anything odd happening when you came home from school last week?What?When you were dropped off by a friend and went into the house, di... anything catch your attention? Perhaps a certain person's mother being caught in an embarrassing situation?Well no... I mean... well... What was your mommy dearest doing when you walked through that door and caught her in the middle of the living room?She wasn't doing ANYTHING! All I saw was her legs as she darted up the stairs. She must have. Remember?’ ‘I recall our conversation. So, what is that favor you need.’ Francis took a credit card from her purse and inserted it in the folder with the bill. ‘Benjamin, Patrick and I have been trying to conceive for over a year. Patrick is infertile. We need a sperm donor. We want it to be you.’ Benjamin was skeptical. ‘You and your husband want me to knock you up?’ ‘In short, yes. We want you to get me pregnant. A sperm donation is a simple medical procedure. We just need a quick office. He made a short greeting and was soon connected to a feminine sounding voice. “Hi, daddy,” the person cooed. “Hello,” replied Doug’s deep voice. “What are you doing?” “Just talking to you.” “Oh good,” the softness replied. “What do you look like?” “Tall. Muscular. Dark skin,” answered Doug. “Ooh, daddy. I’m five-nine. I weigh one-fifty and got a big fat booty.” “Yeah, baby!” “When’s the last time you fucked a boi?” “It’s been a minute.” “Did he beg for you to fuck him?” “Yeah!” “When you were. Or an old bedstead and electricity on my tits and cunt.And him? She says.Don't care. I say. He can fuck me if he wants. I think he thinks I love him. Fucker. I mean, he's ok. He's enjoying it. And I don't mind him fucking me. Anyway he wants. I like being fucked. I love being with you and... you know... but I like being fucked. Hard. He's good at fucking. Not a kind fucker. A bastard fucker. But that's good. I think. But I don't really think anything of him apart from that. Just lucky to have.